A Little Too Much [Zarry]

Part One

Hi guys. This is going to be a THREE PART story and I really hope you like it. It's a little different to my normal style of stories (there's swearing in it aha) but yeah, i'm really excited about this. This'll probably have slow updates unfortunately, but please comment on what you think of the first part because its review determines whether I continue this or not. And vote if you enjoyed this as well.

Warning: There'll be some swearing in this (as mentioned above)

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"Late again Mr Styles - and Mr Malik" Harry lips curve into a smirk as he saunters into Ms Burberry's classroom, pulling along his boyfriend who looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights, his cheeks tinted pink, eyes dazed from shagging only fifteen minutes ago. Harry finds his seat next to Liam who sends him a wicked grin, winking at the curly haired boy, unbeknownst to his flustered boyfriend who takes a seat beside him.

"We had a - a family emergency" Harry lies, leaning back in his chair cockily, a cheeky grin playing on his lips. Ms Burberry rolls her eyes, turning back to the board giving Harry a chance to lower his gaze to her bum, licking his lips appreciatively at the curvaceousness of it. He hears Liam cough beside him before leaning towards him, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Looks like you had a good night" Harry turns to him, grinning knowingly as he places his left hand on the other boy' thigh, smirking in satisfaction at the quiet moan that escapes his lips. He lets his hand trail its way up, higher and higher and --

"Mr Styles, can you please answer the question"

Harry snorts, removing his hand from Liam's thigh, sitting up straighter in his seat. He glances at his boyfriend from the corner of his eye before getting up from his seat and leaving the room without looking back.

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"What was that?" Harry jumps at the voice, turning to face Zayn; his jaw clenched, hands curled up into fists.

"What was what?"

"Are you screwing Liam?" Harry shakes his head, wounding his arms around Zayn's waist, pulling the smaller boy closer.

"Why would I do that when I've got you" Harry winks, pressing his lips against the other boy', removing his hands from around his waist to cup his cheeks. Harry pushes him against the tree behind him, his lips never leaving Zayn's. They eventually pull away to regain their breath, both boys' eyes locked on each other. Harry knows that nobody could make him feel as good as Zayn does but sometimes it isn't enough. Harry's a little too greedy for his own good.

Zayn takes a breath "Don't fucking lie to me Haz, I wanna know"

"Innocent until proven guilty"

"You're being a complete ass, will you just tell me if you screwed him or not?"

"I uh - no baby, I'm yours, all yours" Harry replies, guilt seeping through his body uncomfortably. The smile on Zayn's face makes Harry's lips curve up into a smile.

"Feel like skipping biology?" Harry asks, interlocking his fingers through Zayn's smaller ones. Zayn bites his bottom lip, looking up at Harry through his eyelashes.

"I think I'm going to learn a whole lot more biology with you than I ever could in a classroom"

Harry smirks, licking his bottom lip tantalisingly slow "Who says we won't be in a classroom?" Harry leans into his boyfriend, letting his lips hover against Zayn's, a shiver running down Zayn's spine, Harry's minty warm breath making him feel woozy, his mind clouded with one name; Harry. The sound of footsteps interrupts their heated moment. Harry could recognise the clanking of those heels a mile away.